NYT: still sexist and lame

One day the New York TImes will stop running articles that amount to "women are remarkably similar to humans men."

Of course, empires will rise and fall before that happens.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/22/business/22jobs.html

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- Has anyone in TW/DW fandom done a fic about teen Jack back in the 51st century losing his virginity?
- Um, that isn't AWFUL?
- Link, please?
- Or for that matter, please take this plot bunny and run with it?

(I keep toying with this and may write it eventually, but it's not high on my to-do list and since there will be a real, live girl in my bed again soon, it's probably going to get much lower on the to do list after Thursday.)

TW rec

I Can't Hurt You Anymore by hllangel
http://canape-rouge.livejournal.com/10995.html

It's a small fic that doesn't tell us anything we don't know about the nature of existence, but reminds us of all the shit we don't think about either because it's too sweet or too awful. Short and fabulous; dirty, I suppose (I mean it is, but that's not the point at all, just the mechanism); and nails the fucking sadness that has pulled me into this show.

sundries

- Did not hear from Patty today. Not sure she's in Damascus yet. May be shopping. (It's going on evening there, so I expect she will not be in Internet cafes at this point).

- Have finally started watching Dr. Horrible (I'm about 10 minutes in -- I view media on the subway only these days). Neil Patrick Harris can do anything. I've loved him since Starship Troopers (which I know is a film that some of you hate and many of you find upsetting, but that I just adore for the OMGWTFOhNoTheyDidn't! factor). Also, I just love that this thing exists.

- Hey. Vids are awesome. More vid recs please?

- The heat is, I think, breaking.

- I am listening to this version of Hard Times that redstapler sent me on obsessive repeat. It is very hard not to sing along with, as old time music is about the only thing my voice is _really_ suited to in terms of the intersection of sound quality and my emotional state of being.

- Note to tourists travelling in large groups. Please, please don't stand in big clumps on street corner staring up at a particular landmark (say, the Empire State building). Because for those of us living here, when we're walking to work and we haven't had our (in my case, metaphorical) coffee yet and we see a bunch of you on the corner frozen and staring up, we assume a plane hit it.

No, really. It scared the shit out of me this morning. And I wasn't the only one. I saw at least five or six people go through the same set of reactions -- speeding up, looking at other corners to see if _everyone_ in the world was looking up, swiping at the eyes.

Just. Grace. Not all at once. Please.